WARNINGS: This story will be eventual Harry/Draco slash, which means that they will have a relationship. If you are in any way homophobic, I suggest you leave now and don't flame me. Other warnings include child abuse, swearing, drug abuse, alcohol abuse, rape and sexual content. You have been warned.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry and Co…JK Rowling does. Songs throughout this story belong to various artists and myself. I'll tell you when we get there. Oh…the plot belongs to me. The song is mine, so don't steal it.
A/N: Ok, what day it is may be confusing. When Severus and Draco got Harry, it was night time. By the time they got to Snape Manor, it was almost morning. Harry and Draco slept for a little while, and Severus woke them up. They ate breakfast, which consisted of dinner foods. Then they went back to sleep, and woke up at 4 in the afternoon. After Harry's bad trip and he passed out, they didn't wake up again until the next morning, which is where this chapter stars. Did that help?
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CHAPTER 6
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Haunt of twilight: Thank you. Yes, Guns 'N Roses kicks ass. That's why I love Velvet Revolver so much.
Childe of the Night: I love that poem. I love Robert Frost. When we read The Outsiders in 7th grade, I was ecstatic! (And I fell in love with the book.) I actually stole it from my teacher...well...I accidentally took it home, and just never returned it. Does that count?
Chaolioe: Lol. I fall asleep on anyone who will sit still long enough. That's what I love about writing. You can put little bits of you in your characters.
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Sly-there-in: Thanks for the 'good luck' but I failed math! I hate any form of math, and I have always been horrid at it.
Aisling-siobhan: Oh my! I love the name Aisling! I've never met another person who knows that name.
Hamlet-972: I was worth the wait? Yay for me!
Vote-larry4prez: I failed but I refused to go to summer school. I'm going to re-take the class. I thought that if I didn't get it after a year, I'm not going to get it after 6 weeks. I'm just really bad a math. English is my strong point.
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Serenity Slytherin: Tattoos kick ass. My mum has 3 and my bro has 2.
CHAPTER 7
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HappyFairie: Thank you. I don't normally get down on my writing. I just disliked that chapter from some reason. Thank you! I like to think Wrong Turn kicks ass, too. ;)
Childe of the Night: Yeah, I do, don't I?
Fifespice: The scar will be explained in time. :)
gorgeourbowneyes: Rebel Harry is the best, though sometimes people do a really shitty job while writing it. You kind of need expiriance in certain things like that while writing. Like...if I were to write Harry having a passion for hip-hop, it wouldn't be very good, because I have no passion for it. Its hard to write about things you don't feel, you know?
Misfit2008: I live in New York. I'm visiting in uh...in Sanford, I believe. Or someplace very near it.
Isidoria: I especially like the part where Ron's all like "Harry, your becoming obsessed with Malfoy." Lol.
Aisling-Siobhan: Don't we all want Draco?
Solitary Poison: Crazy, me? Yes. You? Most likely, if you like me. ;)
CHAPTER 8
Thank to you everyone who reviewed Chapter 8! I answered any questions asked in chapter 9, so yeah.
CHAPTER 9
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SensiblyTained: Thank you for your opinion. But he's not just death, he is also life. (If you didn't catch that.) He can lean to control the power.
If I missed you its only because it wasn't posted on while I was writing this.
GAH! Finally, I'm done! Ok, here's chapter 10!
Chapter 10: Memories of the Past
Last time on Wrong Turn:
"Think of it as you may, green eyes. But fly. Ravens are prized for their ability to fly. They are also prized for being the best spies. You must fly, Raven, don't allow people to keep you chained. But take the help when it is handed to you. Now you have to wake up, green eyes. I will see you soon. Open your eyes."
Another soft kiss was placed on his cheek .
A startled jump woke Draco the next morning. Looking at the young man in his arms he was met with a calculating green gaze. Harry's eyes, still fuzzy from sleep, held a puzzled look, as Harry was remembering the night before. His emerald eyes grew to an abnormal size then closed.
"Oh, shit," He groaned, burying himself almost under Draco's body.
"Yeah, 'oh shit' it right," Draco almost chuckled.
"Fuck."
"Since when have you started swearing so much?"
"What the fuck are you fucking talking about, you fucking prat?"
Draco would have been offended if not for the fact he could feel Harry's smile against his side and hear it in his voice. Smiling himself, Draco ran his graceful fingers through Harry's long locks. When he heard a comforted sigh, Draco continued his motions.
"Fuck, that feels amazing. You have no idea the headache I have."
"Do you..." Draco trailed off, not really sure how Harry would react.
"Do I what? Want to talk about it? The answer is no, I do not want to talk about it. Whatever I said last night was total bullocks."
"Its alright to be scared, Harry. It doesn't make you any more weak. Being scared, talking about those fears, even crying just shows your still human."
"Yada yada yada," Harry interrupted rudely. "Save your pep talk, Draco. It woke help lecturing me, nor will it help babying me. Don't treat me like glass, I'm not going to break."
"Why do I not believe that?"
Harry scoffed, raising to a sitting position. "I don't know, maybe your crazy. Have you ever thought about that?"
"Oh, yes, Potter, I always think about that possibility."
"So we're back to Potter, now? Whatever, Malfoy, I'll see you later."
"What?"
And then Harry was gone.
As swiftly as possible Harry made his way to the room Draco had showed him earlier. Pacing inside he began thinking of music, any music, he just wanted to sing. And, realizing he left his guitar, he cursed. There was no way he was walking back into that room if Draco was still there. So, Harry began thinking about a guitar. In front of him appeared a beautiful new Fender on a stand. With a large smile on his face Harry picked it up and strummed a chord, finding it was magically amplified.
After a quick warm up the teen began playing a song. It was nothing he had ever played before, and because of this he began thinking about a recording system. To his right a large recording and mixing table appeared, the light showing 'record' on. The song began to pick up and invisible drums and bass began playing. And when Harry began to sing, his voice was magically amplified like the guitar.
"I sit here/Wondering where to go/You tell me what to do/I have no control/I'm a pawn/You all look at me like I'm innocence itself/I am anything but/My darkness is coming out/You're losing your fucking control/And finally I'm here to shout/I won't take it anymore/I'm taking control/I've let you hold me long enough/I'm no longer the pawn/I am death itself (you better watch out)/I can see the dawn, and the smirks on all their faces/This all tells me it's my time/I've let the fear take over far too long/Telling me that what you say is right/But now I know that what you say/Is just a fucking lie/You keep me out of the circle/Telling me I'm too young/You say I won't be ready/Then everything goes wrong/And who's to blame/Who does everyone sneer and point to/I'm the fucking pawn (Aren't I?) /I'm here to tell you/I won't take it any longer/I'm taking control/I've let you hold me long enough/I'm no longer the pawn/I am death itself (you better watch out)/I can see the dawn, and the smirks on all their faces/It tells me it's my time/It's my time to lead/It's my time to say what's right for me/It's my time.../TO TELL YOU TO FUCK OFF!"
"Well, Harry, it seems you do have more talent than I thought. When did you write that?"
Harry's head whipped up to look into the eyes of Severus Snape. Noticing the shocked look in Harry's eyes Severus chuckled lightly. "Did I startle you?"
"What? When...huh?" Harry paused for a moment, taking a deep breath. "When did you come in, I didn't even hear you?"
"That would be because you were singing and your eyes were closed, don't you agree?"
"Smart ass," Harry smirked, setting his guitar down. "And to your question, I just made that up. I was recording it, actually," He pointed to the bulky machine.
"You mean to tell me that was total improvision."
"Yeah, why? Was it bad?"
"No, quite the contrary, it was good. Very good, if I might say."
"Thank you...who are you?" Harry added, laughing, thinking about a couch and then sitting upon it.
"I'm not really a total git, you know, Harry. I have a heart, I have feelings, and I can smile." As if to prove his point Severus flashed a huge grin.
Severus sat down next to Harry and they were silent for a moment, basking in the comfortableness of it all. They were no longer fighting, but laughing together. Though Severus had always been quite rude to Harry, and he had resented it, Harry realized he had been rude right back. To make matters worse, Severus is a teacher, and no matter what, did not deserve such treatment.
"I'm sorry," Blurted Harry suddenly.
"And why's that?"
"For everything I ever did. Sure, you hated me, but you're my teacher as well as my elder. I should have respected you more."
"Harry, as adult as that is, I truly had no reason to treat you so. You apology is accepted, if you will take mine. Though, I feel that we've been down this path before."
"We have...when we called a truce. But this is much more personal. I also wanted to so sorry for the pensive incident. I had no right to do that, and I wanted to say sorry for my father and Sirius, seeing as they aren't here to do so."
"Do not apologize for their actions. It had nothing to do with you."
"I know," Harry sighed, "I also know that Sirius was quite ashamed with himself as well as my dad. He would apologize to you, I'm sure, if he had the chance."
"Yes, well, he doesn't. So I guess all I can say is thank you."
Harry smiled and leaned in the couch, breathing in and out deeply. What he had just said was hard for him to do. He had grown used to not being very kind to anyone but his band members. His friends. When he got back to school how was Ron and Hermione going to react...and his other friends? Harry sighed inwardly, knowing he was just going to have to wait.
"Your not as tough as you think you are," Severus interrupted his thoughts.
"Pardon?"
"You think that noone can see through that hard mask. Your clothes, your attitude. Its just a cover up."
"Excuse me? Where do you get off telling me what I am and what I'm not? I happen to like the way I dress, and I happen to like my shitty attitude."
"Why, because it makes you different?"
"No, because it makes me strong!"
Silence.
"Harry, you don't have to act this way to be strong."
"That's not all of it, Severus, you don't understand."
"Then help me understand. I'm the only adult figure in your life at the moment. Sure, you don't trust me completely, but I can help you. Or at least I can try."
"It started as a kind of defense, I guess. I didn't want anyone to bother me. The thing is, I only dressed this way in the summer, and kept my tattoos covered up, used a glamour to hide my piercings and my..." Harry trailed off. "But then I grew into it. I love the music I listen to and play. I love my friends. I love my clothes, I'm finally comfortable. I finally feel like I'm in my skin. Do you understand?"
"Not your situation, exactly, but I understand not feeling like your really you."
Harry nodded, waiting to see if Severus wanted to say anything else. When nothing came he rose, patting Severus on the shoulder once in thanks. Then he left the room, heading to Draco, planning on apologizing.
First Harry went to his room, and when he found no Draco, he went to his room instead. Just as he was about to open the door, he remember this was not Bob's house, nor were these people his close friends who wouldn't give a damn if he just barged in. So, he slowly raised a fist and knocked lightly on the door. For a fleeting moment Harry thought Draco was either not going to answer the door or he wasn't inside. But the door opened, revealing Draco, as radiant as ever.
"I'm sorry," They both said simultaneously. Each chuckled, Draco cleared his throat, and Harry stood there nervously. Finally Draco spoke up, ever the gentleman, "You first."
"Ok. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for the way I acted. Maybe you were right, maybe you were wrong, but you have the right to tell me what you think. I'm just so used to keeping up such a strong gaud."
"I shouldn't have meddled," Draco interjected.
"Oh, but I-" Harry was cut off by soft lips on his own and Draco's warm breath on his face.
Soon Draco's tongue was begging entrance, something Harry was more than glad to give. Hands grabbed Harry's shirtfront and dragged him into the room. The raven-haired teen was dimly aware of the door slamming shut before he was slammed up against it, hands all over his body except where he wanted them the most. And then Draco's warm body, which was slightly bigger than his own, was flush up against his. It was bliss.
Again Draco was dragging until Draco's lets hit the couch and he fell upon it, pulling Harry so he was straddling the blonde. Draco's hand found their way to Harry's bum, where the squeezed and pulled down, whereas the mercury eyed boy brought his hips up. It was then that Harry noticed something hard against his hip, and that he was hard as well. When Draco twisted his own hips Harry couldn't help but let out a moan.
But then there was a bang, and this brought old memories to the surface. In his imagination, rough hands were pulling at his clothes, harsh breath on his face that smelled of stale beer. 'Boy' was whispered in his ear before pain cascaded its way from his bum to his spine. Blood was dripping down his face and down his chest, and now down his legs. He was broken halfway out of his stupor when hands began to unbutton his shirt.
Scrambling off of the other body, Harry refused to meet their eye. He was only half conscious of the fact it was Draco, and Draco wouldn't hurt him. But the feel of pain was too fresh, the smell of alcohol too clear in his mind, to bother reasoning with the fact he was safe. So he did what he had always done: began mumbling apologies.
Things such as, 'I'm sorry' and 'I won't ever do it again' came out of his mouth, and Draco stared at him, mouth open, ready to stand. The blonde's hands gripped the couch tightly, knuckles turning white. Tears were almost making their way down Harry's face, but were held back when his eyes clenched closed. The last thing the teen said before running out of the room shocked Draco to the point where he cried,
"I'm sorry, Uncle Vernon, I'll be a good boy."
TCB...
A/N: Some Severus and Harry bonding...a little boring but needed.Different than before, but I liked this better, what do you think? Sorry this is a little late. I'm going home soon so I've been packing and having last minute trips with my family. But here it is, tell me what you think, please.